END GAME: A Gamer Romance

He’s my knight in shining armour, but not the romantic kind a girl dreams about. This one invaded my online world and threw everything into chaos.

My sorcerer can kick his ass in the game, but real life kicks mine. Gaining experience points online is easier than in reality, and when I play, I know where my quests lead. In the real world, the storylines confuse me, and I don’t know which direction I’m heading in.

In the game, I’m in control. Or I was until he arrived.

This guy never shares anything about himself, and I only know him as ‘Thorsday’. My Aussie gaming nemesis can’t be a blond haired, blue-eyed god in reality. Can he?

There’s something about this enigmatic man that intrigues me, and the more we play together, the bigger my desire to meet him. And I know he feels the same.

The problem is, if I allow my game world to merge with reality, I could die standing in the fire.

Introducing End Game, a romantic comedy about two gamers who meet in a virtual online world, and whose relationship crosses into real life.

Last year, I polled readers with a list of book projects I had lined up. One which received a lot of readers votes was End Game. Now Unscripted is released, I’ve finished End Game and have a release date! I’ve also included a short excerpt… see below.

END GAME: A Gamer Romance

Release date: June 19th

If you think geek heroes can’t be hot, think again…

He’s my knight in shining armour, but not the romantic kind a girl dreams about. This one invaded my online world and threw everything into chaos.

My sorcerer can kick his ass in the game, but real life kicks mine. Gaining experience points online is easier than in reality, and when I play, I know where my quests lead. In the real world, the storylines confuse me, and I don’t know which direction I’m heading in.

In the game, I’m in control.

Or I was until he arrived.

This guy never shares anything about himself, and I only know him as ‘Thorsday’. My Aussie gaming nemesis can’t be a blond haired, blue-eyed god in reality.

Can he?

There’s something about this enigmatic man that intrigues me, and the more we play together, the bigger my desire to meet him. And I know he feels the same.

The problem is, if I allow my game world to merge with reality, I could die standing in the fire.

I stare at the artwork prints on the wall behind the stall, and the artwork folio in front of me. There’s an ethereal style to the watercolour fantasy creatures, and a strange innocence in the human faces in fantasy worlds. Sucking on my liquorice, I weigh up between buying unicorn artwork or the badge.

“There’re some amazing images here.” I turn to the voice; Aaron smiles at the girl sitting behind the desk, who’s drawing outlines of a new work. She looks up and her reaction mirrored mine earlier. God like man talking to her. Complimenting.

He smiles and turns to the folio of work in front of him, as I stand, green liquorice gluing my teeth together.

“Candy and unicorns, huh?” he asks, not looking up. “I learn more about you everyday.”

I proffer the bag and he shakes his head. “Not a candy fan.”

At least my full mouth excuses my inability to respond.

“You missed the end of the cosplay competition.”

I swallow. “Who won?”

“Not sure. I missed it too.”

Aaron turns to me and takes the badge from my hands. His warm, soft fingers set an electric charge I swear matches the thunderbolts Sinestre used on Thorsday when we duelled. The touch jolted my heart because it’s beating a hell of a lot quicker than before.

No, please. I don’t need this.

“Sinestre, the pink unicorn girl. That doesn’t add up.” He turns the badge over in his broad palm. “Not very kickass.”

I pull the liquorice between my teeth and it snaps. His eyes focus on my lips, as I lick the escaping part into my mouth, and they darken.

No. Double no. “I like unicorns.”

Way to sound twelve years old…

I pay, and the stall holder tucks the badge into a paper bag. She watches Aaron as I attempt to ignore the fact his large frame overshadows everything right now.

“Why did you miss the end of the competition?” I ask and step to the next stall. Jewellery, the cogs and clock faces intricately set into bronze settings on long chains. Black and gold letters above the guy in a top hat and a cog-like monocle.

Steampunk. Not my thing. I sidestep to the next stall.

“I wanted to find you.”

The paper bag creases as I grip it tightly. What the hell? “I told everyone I was going to the bathroom.”

“But you’re not in the bathroom anymore.”

“Astute. Why look for me?” His intimidating effect on my senses needs dealing with as I focus on his eyes, searching for any hints something lies beneath—which I’m a hundred percent sure does.

“I wanted to take a photo with the guild before we all go our separate ways; I think Erin and Cole are leaving soon, so we need you to come back to the group.”

“Aren’t you coming to the party?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Aaron crosses his arms over his chest which is no mean feat considering how much extra the armour adds to his body.

“You should. Tyler will be upset if you don’t. I swear he’s hero-worshipping you.”

The smile reappears. “You mean he wants to be me when he grows up?”

“How old are you?” I blurt.

“You want to start with the personal questions now?”

“Your age is hardly a big thing. Or is it? You don’t have to tell me.”

Aaron sighs and gestures towards a quieter corner. He rests against the wall, voices echoing around us still, but somehow locked in our own space.

“The thing is, Evie, I could tell you anything and it could be a lie. I could catfish you all.”

“You’re Tyler’s cousin’s friend. His cousin must know you.”

“Not really. We’re from the same guild—well, we were—I’d never met him in person either. He knows nothing about me.”

“Apart from what you share in game?”

“Yep.”

I smooth my robe with perspiring palms. “Tell me one true thing about yourself, then. And one lie.”

He rubs his long fingers across his mouth, those gorgeous blue eyes drawing me into trusting him. I’m such a sucker for men’s eyes and look where I usually end up – their bed. “And I don’t have to tell you which is a lie?”

“No. As long as one is true.”

“Hmm. I was arrested once, and I’ve never been in love,” he says.

“Wow, okay, I didn’t expect things that personal.”

“Go hard or go home, you know me.”

“Right.”

“Your turn.”

I run my tongue along my bottom lip. “I never said I’d…” I sigh. “Okay, but it’s not fair because you can ask Tyler.”

“There has to be things he doesn’t know about you, Evie.”

I clear my throat. “I cheated in my Year 12 finals, and my first kiss was a girl.”

Aaron splutters out a laugh. “I’m not sure I want either of those to be true.”

“I guess you’ll never know.” I stand, relieved we’re talking the way we do online, but mind blown by the conversation. Sure, we have these strange chats in game, but face to face? Weird. Does he read me? “Why aren’t you coming to the party? Scared you’ll get drunk and reveal too much of yourself?”

“Ah. I don’t know. Maybe I will come. I wasn’t planning to, but you’re tempting.”

“Tempting?”

“The guild. Spending some reality with you all.”

My spirits drop. But did I really want to tempt him? And I don’t care what he says, the glint in his eyes is telling me temptation isn’t far.

“You can talk game at the party, no need to talk Aaron.”

He pulls himself from the wall and nods at me. “But if I want to talk to Evie, I’ll need to talk Aaron, won’t I?”

Unscripted

A second chance Hollywood romance featuring Myf from the Blue Phoenix series

Releases May 9th. Available for pre-order on Amazon

I woke this morning expecting to marry the man I loved and ended the day married to somebody else.

Pre-Order Available NOW

Release Date May 9th

Jilted by her fiancé on their wedding day, actress Myf Roberts runs from the situation and takes an unscheduled trip to Vegas with rock band, Blue Phoenix.

The night wasn’t supposed to end with her married to Hollywood bad boy, Tate Daniels.

Why did it have to be Tate Daniels? The man Myf knew years ago hasn’t changed. He’s still the charming bad boy who leaves broken hearts in his wake. And Tate’s still the man Myf denies has an effect on her she’s never shaken.

Tate is no stranger to scandal and has been warned to keep his nose clean if he wants to keep his lucrative role in the newest network drama. Now he’s discovered his fake Vegas wedding isn’t so fake after all, and he has one huge problem to fix.

But Myf is the girl who filled Tate’s world six years ago. The one who got away. And this time she doesn’t get to call the shots.

When she’s cast as lead actress opposite her unwanted husband in his new show, Myf can’t refuse the career opportunity she’s waited for. But can Myf keep the sizzling chemistry between her and Tate onscreen? Or will she surrender and give her heart to the man she swore would never win?

Tate rests against the wall again. “You know how to keep a guy hanging, don’t you? I’ve waited for your call. I need to know what you’ve decided about the marriage.”

“I was busy. Calling you was on my to-do list.”

He laughs at my pointed look. “Touché. I haven’t heard from my lawyer, so I presume you’re okay with the arrangement I suggested?”

Now. Here. Who’s in control? I pause, and we eye each other the way we did in character, as Brit and Dev, and I attempt to communicate I won’t take any of his crap. His mouth twitches in amusement.

“Myfanwy? Answer?”

I look over to the glass doors and balcony, aware I’ll possibly regret my next question. “How long do you want to stay married, Tate?”

“November?”

“That’s three months!”

“Correct.” Tate sets his glass on a table close by, then crosses his arms over his chest. “You know what confuses me?” I shake my head. “There’re hundreds of girls out there who’d give everything for a piece of Tate Daniels. Why aren’t you grabbing the opportunity to get your hands on me?”

I scoff. “Seriously, Tate? Why would my lack of interest in you be different to six years ago?”

“Come on. Based on your repeated attempts to get my clothes off in Vegas, you clearly wanted the full experience.” His eyes glint as he focuses on my mouth and moistens his lips. “I’m willing to oblige now you’re sober enough to remember.”

I step closer. Did I behave like that, or is he lying? “Not happening.”

Tate uncrosses his arms and leans into my face again, warm fingers touching my ear as he moves hair away. “One night with me, and you’ll be begging for more. And you know it.”

“Wrong.”

“Are you sure?” His lips brush my ear, and I focus on keeping my breath even. Here we go again, Tate turning up the intensity. “Because I’ve waited a long time and so have you.”

“Tate?” I ask in a low voice.

“Yes?”

“Step away so we can discuss the issue.”

He laughs as he moves back. “Step away and discuss the issue,” he mimics. “Man, you’re uptight sometimes. You do realise that makes me want you more? Always did.” He pauses, and the grin grows. “And now we have each other, finally.”

Tate doesn’t touch me, but his proximity triggers arousal, even without his suggestions. Jesus, I hate my body sometimes.

“Why are you behaving like a jerk?” I hiss.

“Because I don’t like being jerked around.” He moves his face closer to mine again. “Don’t play me. You’ll lose.”

I tighten my mouth and meet his challenge, ignoring my heart thumping a heady mix of lust and anger through my veins. We’ve been here before, many times, Tate attempting to wear me down and into his bed. He knows—we both know—the sexual spark between us arced the first time we performed on stage opposite each other, and it was almost acted on. What happens now we’re in the position again?

“If I agree to stay married until November, I have some conditions.”

“Sure.”

I don’t let go of the challenge, or succumb to him. “The marriage remains secret.”

“Suits me.”

“And you offered me money?”

Tate’s attitude lifts, eyes shining. “Cool. How much?”

“I don’t want your money.”

“You’re confusing me.”

“A million dollars for—”

He snaps his head back. “What the f*ck? I thought you said I couldn’t buy you?”

“Let me finish!” I retort. “I’ll stay married to you if you pay a million dollars to charity.”

“I don’t have a spare million dollars!”

“I bet you do. I know how much you were paid per episode for the last show you were in.”

He barks a short laugh. “Try a quarter of what they rumoured.”

“Have you spent it all?”

“No.”

“Well, then. Didn’t you say your agent wanted, and I quote, ‘someone who does charity work and shit like that’? How much do you want me to agree to this, Tate?”

He blows air into his cheeks. Ha, that smacked away his smug. “Half a million?” he offers.

“Three-quarters.”

“Half.”

I don’t know what I’ll enjoy more, his reaction to this or to what I’m about to say next. “Fine, if you agree to my other condition.”

“Which is?”

“I can pretty much guarantee this one will be the deal-breaker, and you’ll have the papers on my table tomorrow.”

“Try me.” He cocks an expectant brow.

“No sex with other girls until we’re divorced.”

Tate blinks and looks at me as if I asked him to join a cult. “Okay, you can have a million dollars for your charity.”

I laugh. “This is in addition to, not instead of, however much you donate.”

“Seriously, Myf? I can’t do that!”

“Okay. I’ll call my lawyer tomorrow and—”

As I attempt to pass him, he curls a hand around my arm. “You cannot expect me to give up sex for three months.”

“Why not?”

“Can you?”

“Easily.”

“Liar.”

I pull my arm away, and a smile snakes across my face at his reaction. All those girls at college, all the broken hearts. “I’m only asking you to be a faithful husband since you want to stay married to me. I’m helping you clean up your image, Tate.” I can’t hide the saccharin sarcasm or the fact I love I have him by the balls.

He leans forward, lips close to my ear, and my heart stutters, then starts racing three times the speed as he speaks. “Other girls? So sex with you is okay?”

The alcohol smell on his breath mingles with the spiced scent of the expensive cologne he advertises and triggers a memory from Vegas.

Tripping into Tate and hanging onto his neck as lights blur above me, the casino sounds and cigar smoke surrounding us as we’re locked in the moment.

Another image flashes: Tate’s lips on mine, his hands in my hair as we spin together. Or was that the room spinning? I can’t remember that or how his lips felt on mine. I have no recollection how I reacted when Tate kissed me.

And he can’t realise in this current moment I want to know. “No, and I’m not interested.”

Unscripted

A second chance Hollywood romance featuring Myf from the Blue Phoenix series

I woke this morning expecting to marry the man I loved and ended the day married to somebody else.

Pre-Order Available NOW

Release Date May 9th

Jilted by her fiancé on their wedding day, actress Myf Roberts runs from the situation and takes an unscheduled trip to Vegas with rock band, Blue Phoenix.

The night wasn’t supposed to end with her married to Hollywood A-lister, Tate Daniels.

Why did it have to be Tate Daniels? The man Myf knew years ago hasn’t changed. He’s still the charming bad boy who leaves broken hearts in his wake. And Tate’s still the man Myf denies has an effect on her she’s never shaken.

Tate is no stranger to scandal and has been warned to keep his nose clean if he wants to keep his lucrative role in the newest network drama. Now he’s discovered his fake Vegas wedding isn’t so fake after all, and he has one huge problem to fix.

But Myf is the girl who filled Tate’s world six years ago. The one who got away. And this time she doesn’t get to call the shots.

When she’s cast as lead actress opposite her unwanted husband in his new show, Myf can’t refuse the career opportunity she’s waited for. But can Myf keep the sizzling chemistry between her and Tate onscreen? Or will she surrender and give her heart to the man she swore would never win?

And what happens when the world discovers the celebrity secret of the year?

My fiancé lies on the floor, blood from his nose smearing his perfect white shirt. Dylan Morgan stands over him, fist ready to strike again and mouth twisted with anger. I haven’t seen Dylan with an expression like this since I caught him beating the hell out of a boy who broke my heart when I was sixteen.

“Dylan! What the hell did you do to Miles?” I yell as I charge over to grab Dylan’s hand. The best man, Rick, kneels besides Miles, face pale. “What happened?” I ask them.

“Uh.” Miles runs a hand through his usually carefully coiffed, and now dishevelled, hair. Not only is his white shirt smeared with his blood, but it’s untucked and partially unbuttoned. “Uh…”

Dylan growls beneath his rapid breath as Miles looks at me with desperate eyes. The small sunroom at the back of Dylan’s house isn’t where I expected to find three key members of the wedding party, half an hour before the ceremony. And I definitely didn’t expect one of my best friends to smack Miles in the face.

Dylan and Miles have never disagreed. Not once, and that’s unusual for Dylan. Dylan’s protectiveness pisses me off because it’s usually unwarranted; I wish he had a bloody sister of his own so he didn’t need to project his brotherly needs onto me.

“Tell her!” he snarls at Miles. “Tell your bride what you did and who with.”

Miles glances at Rick who refuses to look at any of us and realisation crashes from the sky, pushing me heavily to the floor.

“Did he… have you… Who? Not a bridesmaid, Miles! You fucking cliché.”

“Try the best man,” Dylan retorts.

“Don’t be stupid, Dylan!” I snap back.

But who’s the stupid one here? The last couple of months, I’ve felt pushed out by the amount of time Miles spends with Rick. Rick turned up at our apartment one day, an old friend from drama school, and they talked all night. Literally. He’s a nice guy, moved in, helped out around the apartment and never caused any issues. Miles and Rick, the biggest bromance I’ve come across evidently stepped beyond a bromance.

Since the comedy show I had a minor recurring role in was cancelled, I’ve worked hard pursuing auditions, and extras work. Miles takes my absences in his stride; he understands my determination to succeed in the crazy industry, even though he gave up trying a year ago. He now works part-time in an art gallery, doing who-knows-what because he’s not an artist. We live on the money I made the last twelve months; not big bucks, but enough.

The wedding plans steamed along, and when Dylan offered his LA place as a venue, as a wedding present, the last piece of our relationship’s puzzle clicked into place.

Wrong. Now the last puzzle piece has been jammed in, and the picture isn’t what was on the box.

I was hours away from marrying a man who doesn’t love me enough to remain faithful. I don’t give a crap about who he did this with, or why — the cheating scum part is what matters here.

“Get out,” I growl.

Miles mutely looks between Dylan and me. My skin heats with anger; he can’t even open his mouth to apologise.

No further prompting is needed as Miles and Rick scramble from the floor. Miles edges around Dylan and reaches out to me. “Myf…”

I stare back at the mess standing above me, at the blood streaked across his face. Dilated pupils betray his fear—of my reaction or Dylan’s fists? Both?

How is this Miles? The man I thought I’d find waiting for me in the summer sunshine, who spent months persuading me to marry him. The person who in one frozen moment reminded me why I shouldn’t believe in happily ever afters.

“Go,” I repeat in a low voice.

The pair manage to pass Dylan and I’m relieved when the next sound is the door closing and not the crack of bone. I stare at my bright red shoes, my legs stretched in front of me as I support myself with arms behind on the floor.

I fan the 50s style wedding dress around me, smoothing the skirt. I adore the beautiful white dress, the red petticoats matching the bouquet on a table outside. My talented maid of honour and best friend, Audrey, spent hours making this, and now it’s wasted.

Audrey.

I need to find Audrey.

The Californian sun shines through the window, across the polished floor to the nearby white leather sofa. Did Dylan find the pair on there?

“Were they… I mean, when you found them?” I ask, not looking up.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I do, actually.”

“Miles was…” He trails off.

“What, Dylan? Just say it.”

“No. Shit, Myf, I’m sorry.”

Oh, crap, I’m going to puke. I hold a hand over my mouth and turn look into the startling blue eyes of the man convinced he’s defending my honour. All six foot and solid muscle of the ridiculously famous Dylan Morgan, the man pursued by the world. The one with swollen knuckles and a red face.

“Huh.” My stomach continues to twist, my head not catching up with events.

“Should’ve ripped his dick off when I saw them.”

“Please, Dylan. Don’t be stupid. I think you’re in enough trouble.”

“Ha. Miles can do what he likes and that had better include staying away from me. He can report me for assault. Whatever. I don’t give a shit.”

“I bet Sky will give a shit.”

His brow dips in concern. “She’ll understand.”

I look back to my skirts and glance at the sofa. Tears refuse to fall because this isn’t happening. Can’t be.

I pull my thick brown hair from it’s carefully pinned and teased updo, and the locks drop across my shoulders, still kinked from careful styling. Dylan sits beside me, and I rest my head against him as he wraps an arm across my shoulders.

“This sucks,” I say.

“Sucks? That’s an understatement.”

“What a bastard, hey?”

“How are you so calm?”

“I’m an actress, remember?”

“You don’t need to act around me.”

“I know.” But the calm layer sitting on top of the building storm of anger and heartbreak holds. Just. “Miles can tell everybody what happened. I’m not going out there to face everybody. I’ll find something better to do with my day.”

“Better?”

“Get very, very drunk.” I stand and smooth my skirts. Yes. “Not here though. Not LA. Not this State. I’ll spend the rest of the day somewhere else.”

“Spend the day where?”

Escape plans run through my head. “Shush, I’m thinking.”

Dylan leans back, arms outstretched and palms on the floor. “Myf, you’re being weird. Can you cry, or shout, or something?”

I’m trapped inside a strange place, watching reality happening on the outside, dizzied and desperate to run. My voice rises. “Why? I’m not wasting my energy on him. And I don’t want to stay here to be humiliated, or listen to a parade of sympathy while people whisper behind my back! I have to find Audrey and get the hell away from here, Dylan.”

Today is a first for me… One of my books has been translated! My English Christmas novella, Snow Kissed, is now available in Portuguese with a new name: ‘Natal Com Neve’. Hopefully this will be the start of many more translations, including other books and languages too.

Natal Com Neve is available on all Amazon stores (and on Kindle Unlimited)

I finally have the news many of you are waiting for…

Forever Sky finally has a release date and is available for pre-order.

This is the Dylan and Sky book readers ask me about a lot and is the last in the Blue Phoenix series. See below for all pre-order details.

Forever Sky Releases 19th November

From the bestselling Blue Phoenix rock star romance series, Forever Sky is the conclusion to Dylan and Sky’s story and the final book in the series.

Sky and Dylan have found their forever, wrapped in a world away from rock star Dylan’s fame. For Sky, a future with Dylan is a life with the man who closed the book on his past for a future with her.

The deeper into her new life Sky goes, the harder she finds dealing with the public scrutiny and holding onto who she is. When a third person enters her new life with Dylan, Sky also struggles to meet the expectations she has of herself.

Dylan believes in fairytale endings and his unwavering love for Sky, and he will fight anything that threatens their life together. But the world can throw curveballs that even the strongest couple would struggle to dodge.

Forever Sky is a look at Dylan and Sky’s life in the months after Falling Sky, and the challenges fame and money can’t protect them from. Dylan and Sky fought to be together and now they need to fight for their happy ever after.

The books contains spoilers for the other books in the series and must be read after Summer Sky and Falling Sky.

I think the first six months of 2016 have been the craziest I’ve experienced for a long while. My work schedule lost two months (one month was planned, the other not!). I returned from my bucket list trip to the States last week and suddenly it’s July!

(A bucket list item ticked—my visit to Las Vegas in June)

This leaves six months until the end of the year and I’ve spent some time thinking about my writing schedule.

My release schedule this year has been insane. I received the rights back for four books which I needed to re-edit/re-release. Plus, I was writing and releasing the Ruby Riot series. I used pre-order on Amazon which added extra pressure (if you don’t know, Amazon bans authors from pre-orders for a year if the author misses the upload deadline). This makes deadlines tighter than I’d like and adds more pressure. Lesson learned – my pre-orders will be fewer in the future!

This is my intended release schedule. I am attempting to pull back on the amount of pressure I was under earlier this year and move back to a sensible pace. I also have more changes I need to make in my personal life which I expect will have an impact in the next few months. So, I’m being sensible and telling myself I can’t write four books at once. Just two. Haha

First I have to answer a question a few people might be thinking: what’s with all the LJ Swallow releases when Forever Sky isn’t published yet? You keep promising!

The answer is that the Soul Ties series is a re-release and that the Othala/Fallen Sorcery project I’m involved in is a commitment I made last year (more details about that HERE). Dark Elements must be released on October 20th as it is part of a series and that’s my scheduled date.

After the disruption to my writing schedule I had two options: I rush Forever Sky just to get the book published before working on Dark Elements or I take my time and release the book Dylan and Sky (and especially my readers) deserve. I chose the second option. I’ve started serialising Forever Sky on Wattpad for those who’d like to follow the story as I write but it seems the majority of you want to wait to read all at once. I am working on Forever Sky a little every day even though I’m writing Dark Elements too.

Fall 2016: Forever Sky (Blue Phoenix #6) – I will keep you updated on pre-order which should be soon.

Publishing between late 2016 and mid 2017: Anew series of three contemporary romance books.

The first is about Myf (from the Blue Phoenix series) and I wrote the first chapter a few months ago. Dylan is in this book briefly. If you know the Blue Phoenix books, you’ll know how close to and protective he is of Myf. So he appears as her friend and not because it’s another rock star book… It isn’t! The series will be totally separate. More details on these books later in the year.

I will try to stick to this schedule but another thing I’ve learned this year is life can get complicated very quickly, and plans have to change. That’s why I’m a bit vague about dates right now.

A big thank you to my supporters this year, especially to my readers and the bloggers who chat to me or have messaged and emailed me with lovely words about my books. I may not be the biggest author but I’m happy my job is something I love. I’m constantly amazed I achieved my dream and people buy, read (and even re-read) my books. Thank you.
And to everybody else (you know who you are!) thank you for helping me through, and for your friendship.

This week sees the re-release of the first two books my new adult urban fantasy series, Soul Ties and Torn Souls.

Torn Souls is available today and is FREE on Kindle Unlimited. Soul Ties released yesterday for 99c.

“Demons and angels, heaven and hell; they’re not what you think. And somewhere lost in the middle their war are people like me.”

Set in a city in the UK, this series follows the story of Ava, Keir, Jack and Dahlia as they struggle to find their way in the world where the lines between good and evil aren’t clear. Tied by events that bring them together, these enemies must learn to trust each other to survive in the war intensifying around them.

Torn Souls (Soul Ties #2)

Available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

Jack spends his life plugged into a fantasy online world he shares with his friends. Now he faces his hardest quest yet: leave home for college and live in the real world.

Jack’s fantasy crosses into reality when he discovers his new girlfriend is better at killing demons than he is. Only the ones she kills are real — and he’s not 100% sure she’s human.

Soul-hunter Dahlia’s role in the human world is to retrieve stolen souls from demons and return them to her superiors. Mixing with humans is an annoying necessity… However, when she meets Jack, she can’t avoid her attraction to him, or explain the strange connection they share.

She is drawn away from her life and into Jack’s, and makes a choice which ties her to his world forever. But leaving her world behind isn’t as easy as Dahlia thought. When her old life catches up with them, Dahlia and Jack are left facing a future they never imagined.

This week sees the re-release of the first two books my new adult urban fantasy series, Soul Ties and Torn Souls.

Soul Ties is available today for the special release price of 99c.

“Demons and angels, heaven and hell; they’re not what you think. And somewhere lost in the middle their war are people like me.”

CaSet in a city in the UK, this series follows the story of Ava, Keir, Jack and Dahlia as they struggle to find their way in the world where the lines between good and evil aren’t clear. Tied by events that bring them together, these enemies must learn to trust each other to survive in the war intensifying around them.

Soul Ties (Soul Ties #1)

Soul-hunters sent to capture Nephilim souls never return and Ava has no choice. Bring his soul in return for her freedom – or die trying.

Ava has retrieved hundreds of souls from demons and this mission doesn’t worry her. But Keir isn’t what she expected. Half angel, half demon and a hell of a lot hotter than Ava’s usual targets, she’s tempted to seduce him before she takes his soul – if he doesn’t kill her first.

As if battling a Nephilim isn’t enough, Ava faces another hurdle: getting past the strange human girl, Dahlia, who has an inexplicable hold on Keir.

The pair have secrets and when Ava uncovers the true fate of the souls she returns to her superiors her world is turned upside down. Ava finds herself in the middle of a war where the lines between good and evil are blurred and she only has two choices… Betray Keir and live, or join his battle and risk going to hell.